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The Street Rats Are Huge Here! [OPEN]
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|Subject Post 1Subject: The Street Rats Are Huge Here! [OPEN] Sat Feb 04, 2017 7:46 pm|| |
Rudi! playing street rat!
Las Rejilla was massive, a city just for arrancar and hollow. And like any other city, Las Rejilla had its slums, for the weak and the unwanted, the sick and the abandoned, the betrayed and the traitors all in once. This specific slum also contained a specific arrancar, young, perhaps his parents were killed or perhaps he never had parents at all.
In this case, like everything else, this was a ruse. Rudi was a constructed child, perhaps it could be said he was his own parent unknowingly. He wandered the slums because hew as much of what was spoken above. He was the abandoned, the betrayed, the traitors, the weak, the unwanted, and perhaps more. Despite the glow of his tail and horns lighting his way through the relative darkness.
Rudi wandered the streets alone. Dirt clung to his legs and short and oversized sweater. The only thing seemingly dirt-free about him were the glowing ice-blue accessories to his little body. He used the glow to frighten away the little, rat-looking hollow that had populated this place. Several were the size of his feet, others came up to his knees. They all fought to survive, same as him.
Since he had arrived here, Rudi spent his time exploring. The whole day, he explore every nook and cranny he could find. However, it had long become late in the day. The stores and restaurant closed, and there was no one to beg for enough money to find a place to sleep. And so Rudi wandered this place, looking for a little corner. Most had been taken up by the homeless arrancar. He had found other street rats like him in another slum, but they drove him out.
The little arrancar found an old, thrown-away mattress in an alleyway. On it was several dog-like hollow, sleeping together. He approached, and one cocked its head up to growl. Rudi, in a surprising show of anger, growled back. He was sleepy, tired, and grumpy. He wanted this spot. One hollow leaped to his small body, only to watch it disappear underneath its paws and a blade pierced into its forehead through its mask.
The other two were smarter, more careful. As Rudi moved to kill the second, the third leaped onto his arm and bit down with a sickening, audible crunch. Rudi didn't, however, seem to react with pain. Instead, an agonized yelp loud enough to be heard down the street sounded out as this third hollow felt Rudi's blood fill it from its mouth, destroying it from within. The yelp of pain increased to a howl of agony, and then was cut abruptly short.
Rudi watched his arm heal, within minutes. However, there was still the problem of his ripped sweater. He decided he would deal with it another day. Instead, he pinged around him to make sure no one dangerous was around. His senses telling him it was safe, he moved to curl up on the abandoned mattress and try to drift a little.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Street Rats Are Huge Here! [OPEN] Mon Feb 06, 2017 12:49 am|| |
Bustling streets were by no means a new experience for this Arrancar but for someone who spent almost all his time either assassinating targets specified by his master or wandering the vast and empty sands of Hueco Mundo you might think a busy city like Las Rejilla would be a jarring. However like everything else, Kimimaro seemed completely unaffected by the chaotic and unclean environment he now stood in. Though on Earth in human cities his appearance and attire might be deemed a bit strange, here in a Hollow city he was just another person. He didn't mind of course, being largely unknown to those around him was preferable to the usual screams of terror that reverberated throughout his skull when he was recognized by others. Again, not that he minded.
Kimimaro wasn't entirely clear on why he was even in Las Rejilla. Nagato Tengan had told sent him there with the objective of finding interesting recruits or subjects but when pressed on exactly what 'interesting' meant, he just said he trusted his soldier's judgment. Based on all the available data the empire he belonged to had it would seem there was a whole lot of interesting
in this sprawling megalopolis, as one would expect from a city populated entirely by Hollows and Arrancar. According to his master these people were the one true master race, a species above all others. To Kimimaro they were just things
, irrelevant in life and death. However his orders were to pay attention to them, so he would.
Suffering from an overabundance of armed peace keepers, Kimimaro left the more....civilized
boroughs behind to instead wander the less-patrolled outskirt areas more akin to ghettos. These slums were filled with back-alley criminals and other undesirables participating in all kinds of felonious activities. Kimimaro Kaguya had no issue being in such a hovel-filled skid row as his ability to judge and look down upon others was almost non-existent. All that mattered to this Terminator-like killing machine was the objective at hand. Those around him did not follow this strict creed, much to their own misfortune.
As Kimimaro passed by a particularly disgruntled group of Arrancar that could at best be described as 'shady', one of them seemed to recognize the strangely dressed individual and communicated this to his buddies. The intended prey picked up on their attempt at following him discreetly almost immediately so, to escape the wicked and watchful eyes of the people who populated this area, Kimimaro turned the corner into a series of alleyways that would allow him to defend himself appropriately without reprisal. The route he took led him toward an area rife with strange sounds coming from an upcoming side passage which, unbeknownst to him, was where someone 'interesting' was currently trying to get rest in this city of chaos.
Wanting to take one problem on at a time, Kimimaro stopped in his tracks about five feet before the alley his unknown friend or foe was in and turned around to face his pursuers. The muscular, intimidating Arrancar who was apparently the leader of the pack spoke up first. "I know who ya are, yer that little robot bitch enforcer. Guess what, you might be big shit on Los Viejo but here yer nuthin."
After spewing this blatantly aggressive little speech the brute lunged at Kimimaro with a fist raised. Before he could even reach his target, the much smaller Arrancar had already shot his right arm up and gripped his attacker's face with his hand. Though to the onlooking grunts it seemed as if Kimimaro's grasp was relaxed and loose on their leader's face, in reality it was tight enough to make it impossible for his assaulter to escape.
In a moment there was no longer struggling, just silence. From behind their boss the other Arrancar could see a strange white spike sticking out of the back of their boss's skull, blood dripping down his back and onto the dirt covered pavement below. As quick as it had appeared the spike was gone, leaving but a gaping hole in its wake. Releasing his vice grip on his foe Kimimaro allowed the beastly Arrancar to fall like a rock from a cliff face, hitting the ground with force great enough to create an audible crash. As Kimimaro turned to face forward he faintly made out the image of the other goons sprinting away from the scene they'd just observed like bats out of hell. With a flick of his wrist to get rid of the blood that had soiled his hand, Kimimaro took a few steps forward, turned right, and peered down the alleyway.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Street Rats Are Huge Here! [OPEN] Mon Feb 06, 2017 10:28 am|| |
Rudi! playing street rat!
Rudi knew that someone powerful had showed up the second Kimimaro decided to show himself within the slums. He awoke to the sound of Kimimaro's blood pulsing through his veins, a song of power wrapped under the delicate ribbons of control, a predator scanning the environment with all the confidence of a master of his domain.
Were Rudi not infused with Chaos, he would have gotten up and run away before Kimimaro would ever have set eyes on him. In fact, his original instructions were always to run away when dealing with those more powerful than he. This has changed, as he had been changed by Mana's energy. So he stayed and waited, listening to the fighting.
He could track with his Bloodhound what had happened even before his ears met the sound. A single leader, slightly more powerful than his comrades, but a dull star compared to the bright flame that was Kimimaro. A discussion of politics flew over his head, and all he understood was the knowledge that the little, dull star, winked out from his mind's eye. The dull thud of a body against the earth confirmed it.
The body would be eaten, scavenged, if no one went to bury it. And with the running of the leader's friends, that fate was all but confirmed. Footfalls now, towards him. Rudi uncurled from his sleeping position, watching with his pink-red eyes and a blank, quiet observancy, of a field mouse watching the skies for the shadow of the hawk.
Kimimaro, upon looking down the alleyway, would see first the glow of Rudi's horns and tail, bright in the confines of the dark walls around them. Then, a flash of a child's smile as a dirty street rat uncurled like a cat out of slumber. "Hiya mister. I'm Rudi. You're pretty strong, aren't you?" A child's voice. Rudi was quite a sight. His hair was dirty like his clothes. His skin needed a good scrubbing. The right sleeve of his sweater was hanging by a thread, revealing pale, supple skin and shoulder underneath.
"What're you doing here, Mister? Are you looking for a place to sleep? This is my bed for the night." Despite his friendliness, one hand had moved to creep onto his blade, and his body was tense. Ready to create a garganta and leap on through in case this stranger decided that he wanted whatever Rudi had, just as he had fought off the hollow who wanted to fight for mattress rights.